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In folklore, a ghost (sometimes known as an apparition, haunt, phantom, poltergeist, shade, specter or spectre, spirit, spook, and wraith) is the soul or spirit of a dead person or animal that can appear to the living. In ghostlore, descriptions of ghosts vary widely from an invisible presence to translucent or barely visible wispy shapes, to realistic, lifelike visions. The deliberate attempt to contact the spirit of a deceased person is known as necromancy, or in spiritism as a seance. Click Here To View The Facebook Album #ghosts #spooks #apparition #haunt #spectre #poltergeist #soul #spirit #seance #necromancy

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From Greek mythology, Cerberus, often known as "The Hound Of Hades", is the monstrous multi-headed dog that guards the gates of the Underworld to prevent the dead from leaving.  Cerberus was the offspring of the monsters Echidna and Typhon, and usually is described as having three heads, a serpent for a tail, and snakes protruding from parts of his body.  Cerberus is primarily known for his capture by Heracles, one of Heracles' twelve labours. View The Facebook Album #twistedimaginings #cerberus #facebook #page #album #photos

Matt had always stood out. His lithe, ungainly build made him look different to others, which made him insecure and introverted. Puberty only exacerbated matters, with unusual hair growth being the more serious. By the time he was fifteen, he not only resembled a Goth some said he epitomised the gothic style. To top it off his deep, piercing eyes, with the steely blue eye colour, unsettled just about everyone. Which was what he was sullenly pondering as his sullen gaze chanced upon her. My, but she was beautiful! As she sauntered in his direction, he realized he wasn't the only one captivated by her exotic looks; she was getting both male and female attention as, hips swaying seductively, she drew ever closer. He tried to smile and offer a greeting but he realized not only was his mouth dry but his heart was pounding and he was sweating. Finally he managed a quick, nervous smile as she slowed long enough to hand him a scrap of paper, before speeding up to enter the college doors. H

James was feeling disturbed. A creeping sense of impending calamity had made him frequently break out in a cold nervous sweat. The media frenzy had slowly dissipated; he had been careful over the years after all. His victims had been difficult to link apart from their mutually frenzied deaths. He'd also been careful to change locations and jobs. For all intents and purposes he was a labourer new in town and looking for work. His unassuming demeanour very succinctly hid his sordid and psychotic impulses. But recently his thoughts had strayed and his attention wandered. His first sighting was a little over 10 days ago. From the corner of his eye he thought he saw someone but when he turned to look they were gone. Blaming the joint he had just smoked he brushed it off as paranoia induced by some high quality pot.  But when the figure appeared in his peripheral vision again later that evening he began to wonder. His thirst for murder was a result of his obsession with death. Having beg

As Danny pulled up, he saw them. Melissa, Tony, Karen and Jimmy.  The Gang. Ths had been their idea, to help Danny move on. Since Alex’s death he hadn’t been the same, but who could? Alex had just announced her pregnancy to The Gang, taking Danny by surprise too, yet by morning she was gone forever. The drunk driver had come out of nowhere, hurtling straight at Alex, who stood frozen, before being launched into the air and landing several feet away. There was nothing anyone could do, her head facing the opposite direction, her eyes lifeless. Six months had passed and Danny wasn’t even close to beginning to mourn, through fear of forgetting his childhood sweetheart.They had all tried to help but nothing could replace the erudite Alex, who had stolen a piece of each of their hearts. Then one day Jimmy had sent them an email, enthusing passionately about the cottage he had rented in Ireland. They hadn’t taken a trip, just the five of them, since university, and now was a good as time as a

The fishing boat Intrepid was late returning home but it had been a good haul for a change. Lars scratched his thick beard as he considered whether a day off was in order.  As captain of the Intrepid he knew morale would be boosted by his crew spending time with their wives and family. He stared keenly into the inky black of the sea as he considered his own wife; it would be nice to see Johanna. He was interrupted by Klaus yelling at him. Irritated, he scowled at Klaus, then in the direction he was pointing. The bruised purple of the clouds was the last thing he wanted to see right now. He then realised the air pressure had significantly changed; this was going to be trouble. Waves lashed over the sides of the ship and it rocked violently as Lars and his crew struggled to minimize any damage. Klaus was under strict orders to keep due north as the boat veered from side to side. This was every fishermans nightmare come true! To be lost at sea was the very worst way to go. Lars staggered

Sophie had settled in nicely with her grandparents. She’d been with them for almost two years now and, despite those first few horrendous few months, was a lot more sociable. Moving two hundred miles, changing schools and her continued therapy sessions all played a huge part in her feelings of insecurity but it was all for the better they at first hoped, then become accustomed to. She had been adamant that the reason for starting the fire was to be rid of Him but had started to accept it was because she just didn’t like her mother’s new partner.  Raging hormones were probably behind some of her fantasies that Mr Twigs was not only real but fully responsible for all the problems at school too. Her new teachers were impressed by how, once she had settled in and her good grades. Which is why, that bright and pleasant Sunday morning Derek and Cynthia were talking with Sophie about a day trip to the coast. Sophie was lost in her MP3 player, the latest boy bands assaulting her eardrums with

Andy awoke, heart pounding. As daylight filtered into the bedroom, he switched the alarm off. The nightmares, which had all but been consigned to the darkest corners of his mind, had not only started again, but were returning not just more frequently but more intensely than before. Chloe turned into him, still mostly asleep. He lay there a few moments, allowing the pounding of his heart to slow. It had taken decades to come to terms with that day and he had assumed that the many months of counseling and therapy had lessened the burden of those loathsome yet all too terrifying memories were but a speck in the distance. The waking up to his own hysterical shrieking, the bed wetting and the being petrified of his own shadow had both plagued and haunted every aspect of his existence. He had a life now, an actual life, not a desperately miserable existence where he was often paralysed by what might happen next. The mortgage was almost paid and he was sufficiently established in his career t

Hellish fiends from beyond, Soul sucking blasphemous freaks, Hideous ghouls and harlots,Ripping flesh from bone, Sinew chewing tormentors, Cross burning damnation, Unleashed from their pits, twitching frantically, Now!!! Shudder in primal fear, Now!!! Blood is for spilling, Now!!! Disembodied shrieks, Now!!! Decapitation frenzy, Entrails flying, brain tissue spreading!

If you agree not to repeat what I am about to tell you then I have a tale to tell. Do you swear? Solemnly? Ah, good, and if it be by almighty God Himself then that's just splendid!  Now, please do get comfortable.You see, when I first arrived here I was accused of such terrible things. As if I were capable of such dreadful atrocities! I related this to them quite vehemently at first, and startled they were by the passion in my voice. For, you see my dear friend, I am a simple man of peace. Yes, quite peaceful am I. But they persisted, often leaving me alone with my thoughts, saying that soon they would find out. But how I resisted! Then, one day, he came to visit. He was almost like my grandfather in demeanour; a genial, bearded fellow and his rich, deep voice was fair intoxicating. Which is why I hardly noticed the scratch on my hand, thinking it more of an itch. Quite kindly, I thought, this bearded chap asked about Victor. "Oh", I muttered. "Well...if you must....

Ever present, lurking are they, Slow do they move, time they have, Molecule by atom, devouring all, Marrow, corpuscle, sinew, gristle! Small yet noticeable change, Ever growing, leechcraft have they, Growth as you diminish, When will realization begin? Others see it first, Oh, how they retreat! You will only be ready, Once they suckle at your soul! Now, laying there, Alone, broken, defeated! Do these creatures reveal, Their final greatest horror, For you were born unto this purpose, Not there decades past, The fetid, stinking pile, The horror that is YOU!!!

As he jumped the fence, he smiled.He had been obsessed with corpses since he was 10. Seeing that decomposing body off the path had shocked him to the core, but fascinated him too. A long line of doctors, police and social workers had attempted to quell his curiosity and, for the most part, they had. Well, he had stopped talking so excitedly about it. At 48, Kevin was a loner, working menial jobs to cover his bills. Since his first corpse encounter he had used sex, alcohol and drugs to silence his desires but to no avail. There were other, more twisted, pursuits, but nothing gave Kevin the rush of exposing a body, more specifically what was left, from its final sleep. Alone with his prize, he could do as he pleased, and he was yet to disappointed. It was his third time in this graveyard. As ever, he had prepared, making sure he knew the quickest way out and which areas were the quietest. Dressed in black clothing, there was little chance of his being seen as more than a shadow. As he ap

It was almost three months,to the day, since I had last seen Simon. I shall never forget that insane smile spread across his face, the sweat pouring down his face like some noxious waterfall. But his laugh! It was positively unhinged with a menace that suggested evil beyond comprehension as he assured me the foul box of his was mine. And three days later it was, having been bequeathed to me in his will. For Simon had put a gun to his temple after my visit, his madness having finally consumed him. Which is why that reasonably small yet horrendous thing now gathered dust under the stairs. Despite it's weight there was nothing in there that I could tell. You see, it was completely locked as far as I could tell, with no obvious hole where a key could be inserted. There appeared to be no other way of opening it either. It was black, the blackest I had ever seen and smooth. Were it to reflect anything it would have most brilliantly but it didn't. The stench at Simon's flat I had

Outbreaks, if occurring in a serendipitous fashion, can sometimes be overlooked until the potential harm is already done. Which is why I decided upon The Film. I know, you've heard the news reports. How could I? Well that's precisely the point; I could. I had always imagined being able to control and destroy a living thing. I started young, naturally, with such small creatures I could find. My early experiments were promising but there still remained a tendril of guilt at the thought of others finding out. They did eventually, which led to a number of medical professionals labelling me a "troubled child". Oh, I wasn't in the least bit troubled, except for the intrusion into my career and the need for my being changed but, spending years in that environment, made an erstwhile, cunning fox out of me. You see, what would surprise you most about me is how ordinary and average I appear. I'm polite and sociable, and come across as any other gentleman, leading you to

Well, here we are at last! With a grim smile do I write that, for "here" is the one place we shouldn't be! The end began as predictably as feared; fear, ignorance and hate. Everyone else was wrong, with as much impetus as minds closed rapidly. One way became The Only Way and those buttons were pushed. We knew of the finality of nuclear war. Those that died were lucky. The survivors had this moment to lurch ever towards amidst that which grew from the shadows within. The First were visions of nightmare but relatively easy to eliminate. We didn't always spot them, such was their pallor in twilight, but the mutation needed healthier hosts. It spread with a virulent carnage did this atrocity, as plans to regroup became hysteria. The major cities emptied, the Swarm fleeing behind them in pursuit. What fleeting howls we did perceive at first gained strength in numbers; hordes of Those who were once brethren having strength, until all we could do was hide. But They were smar

As sun sets, as all around prepares to sleep. Do you hear it? Those murmers, as the gloom descends, The sun failing, as nights blanket envelopes all. Solitude now, thoughts prevail, their pace quickens; For now the shadows shall play. What terror I understand, as blackest tendrils probe, Feeding, breeding therein! Solace! What bitter lover are thee? Wrenching fear and cold sweat, Creeping, malicious paranoia you are! The only comfort, those first birds at dawn. As sunrise, hasten your temporary retreat. We will meet again.....

Katie had never liked the doll. James had bought it from Romania while out there on business. He said that the locals had pleaded with him to take it after learning that he had a daughter. He'd offered to pay for it but they refused, saying that the doll going to a good home was more than sufficient. He had asked them if it was made in Romania to which he thought they say, "Real!". His Romanian was poor, and so it seemed was their English but Sophie had been delighted to have the realest doll ever and in her innocent 3 year old way had named the doll RiRi. It had pleased Katie and James immensely as Sophie had now appeared to settle into her bedroom thus finally getting them over the last hurdle of settling into their new house. In fact it all seemed a little too good as Sophie would now refuse to anywhere without the doll. She was often found talking intently to it and appeared startled when her parents discovered her. James seemed less worried and considered that Sophie

Having arrived earlier than most, in fact before it had even opened, Gavin realised he would have the privelige of watching the final preperations of Carnival. Smiling at the dull eyes as they followed him around he smirked inwardly at the prospect of catching the carnies out as they rigged their games up. That would really impress Carla as he jumped over the counter to grab a prize! He failed to spot the dark clouds behind him as he approached The Hall Of Mirrors. In fact he didn't even notice the almost palpable chill as the brawny man looked up at him from the booth and grinned in a sinister yet welcoming fashion. Gavin might have noticed the glimmering flash of malevolence in his eyes had he not been too excited at being given a chance to enter on the house. But by then he was inside. As usual, Gavin sighed, the inside shared none of the pomp and glitz of the outside. The grass was already dying as he scanned the interior and wondering why there were only 3 mirrors, each on one

Jim, being their 'leader' had made the final decision. They were leaving in a little over sixteen hours. The ship was ready; Douglas had seen to that. Replicators would provide food and with hydroponics and a water recyling plant on board their basic needs were covered. Josie would take care of family planning ( after all they needed to sire new generations of free thinking individuals ) and Gregg had somehow hacked the super vaults gaining access to banned literature. Jim sighed wearily as he adjusted his tunic in front of the mirror. The drab grey uniforms they all wore was all part of the social and personal dehumanization that The Party insisted upon. Jim sighed again.....The Party indeed! Nobody really knew who or what they were or even when they were formed. They simply were their authority unquestioned. Of course factions had rebelled but their insolence and demands to be independent only got them sent to Punishment Chambers where their compliance was rendered permanent.

As it slipped through the dank alleway it consumed its first meal. Not a substantial one, just a morsel, but it had all night and, for now, it was sated. It had existed for aeons. It was ageless yet still graceful and swift. Nothing was left in its wake because there was nothing to leave. Blood, bone, entrails; it staved the hunger but never fully satisfied. It was irascible in its hunt, audacious in its feeding and careful to remain unobserved. Of course people thought they saw something but a fleeting spectre at the extremities of periphal vision were among its assets. They eyes were keener than others. He slowed as he absorbed the physical and meta physical energies of his vicitm. He wore a certain luminescence as he recharged and some had seen him. Oh he did love Saucy Jack so. He snickered into the fog. The names they had given him. Oh how they conferred, collaborated and given rise to futility! But it was all for naught he considered as they would never quite find it. Did it enjo

It had existed as far back as anyone could remember. The forest was simply there. Covering several square miles, it was a sprawling mass of greens and browns during spring and summer. Autumn bought a heady mixture of colours, as it's inhabitants scurried around, preparing to hibernate for the years end. Winter saw a grey gloom settle in, a constant murky fog hanging in around and over the forest. It was beautiful in it's various forms, but sinister too. Because of it's natural, resplendent charm, people came, not just from around the country, but others too, soaking up some nature as they hiked through. Not all who entered found their way out. Of course the neighbouring villages offered maps and various trails to be walked but, to outsiders, the sensual lure of the forest was too much. Officially they succumbed to the elements. The locals suspected otherwise. All of this was lost on Danny, late of London, who was enjoying a gap year. After his parents divorce, and with less